"Knock! knock!"

The two wooden swords flickered forward and retreated, constantly clashing at a dazzling speed in mid-air, making a rapid and dull sound. The sword wind swayed back and forth, and the peaches and apricots around were like rain.

Suddenly, both sides of the sword retreated at the same time, leaning back against the trunk of the tree, and rushed up, the two swords collided hundreds of times in a row, and they suddenly approached, and the two sword bodies were tightly intertwined, gurgling.

After a few breaths of stalemate, the body of the Zhijia True Sword spun rapidly, turning to a straight split. Lao Ma retreated with the opponent's sword momentum and stabbed back with his backhand. "Tuk, tuk, tuk—" The two sides switched between attack and defense, and the rabbits rose and fell, wandering and jumping all the way around the lush garden, and wisps of dust were raised on the ground from time to time.

After a series of stabbing blows, the two swords suddenly rushed up, and kept approaching, and the tips of the two swords collided in the air with a "bang", breaking into a gap the size of a grain of rice.

The two swords split with a single touch, and each retracted.

"That's all for today. Lao Ma hung down his wooden sword.

"Yes. Zhi Kari really erected the wooden sword, the body of the sword was close to his forehead, and he seriously performed a swordsman etiquette.

Lao Ma was silent for a moment, and glanced at Zhi Zhenzhen with a complicated expression: "Shizi, I taught you the sword for twenty days, and you can learn everything you should learn." I'll go to Wang Changshi, return the overcharged honey jade, and ask him to ask Gao Ming. He casually dropped his wooden sword, hesitated, and turned to leave.

"Teacher, please stay for the time being. Zhi Hunt Zhen quickly followed, "Forgive the students for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, there seems to be an unfinished meaning in the teacher's words, I don't know if I can tell him directly?"

Lao Ma didn't stop, frowned and said, "I've said it several times, I'm not your teacher, and you're not my student, it's a deal at best." There are many swordsmen in Jiankang City, and you can find better teachers. ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen hugged his sword and bowed, but did not answer. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his chest and back were soaked, and he didn't wipe it.

Lao Ma looked at him and strode away. Out of the garden, he turned his head to look, Zhijia Zhenwu stood on his own in the shade of the tree, bowed to see each other, and his posture did not move.

The old man froze for a moment, and the wooden sword was held in the young man's arms, straight, silent and arrogant, flashing with a golden glittering sunset.

Lao Ma stopped and stood silently as well. As twilight rose, the sword he had dropped lay quietly in the grass, and when the wind blew, it was drowned by the waves.

He scolded in a low voice, suddenly turned back, and slapped the trunk of the tree hard, shaking the branches of the flowers: "Shizi, what do you want to know?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen said in a deep voice: "You said that I can learn everything, so what should I not learn?"

Lao Ma patted off the falling flowers on his body indiscriminately: "Shizi, you are a delicate person, and you are different from me, who licks blood with a knife." What is there to ask about those who should not be learned?"

"You are wrong. Zhi Zhenzhen raised his head and slowly raised his sword across his chest, "In front of this sword, there has never been a nobleman. ”

Lao Ma stared at him straight, a strange light flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't help snorting coldly in his mouth: "That's because of your good life, you said such ridiculous things." Famous swords, good teachers, secrets, elixirs...... What is it that you don't have at your fingertips? Have you ever tasted the feeling of kneeling down and begging for someone in order to learn a trick and a half?"

Zhi Zhenzhen looked at Lao Ma and said, "Such a person will definitely stand up one day." ”

Lao Ma was stunned, and then let out a piercing sneer: "What the hell is a son, daydreaming! This bullshit world, since he kneels, he can only kneel for the rest of his life." If you want to stand up, it's good to be able to climb!" He seemed to be reluctant to say any more, and picked up the wooden sword on the grass on the ground on his toes, and as soon as he grasped it, his eyes flashed with a sword-like edge, "Do you want to learn what you shouldn't learn?"

"Please advise. The Zhijia Maki sword was raised, slowly pointing at the other party.

"Come, go back to the previous move!" Lao Ma sneered and swung his sword to slash down.

"Knock-" The two wooden swords met again, holding against each other tightly. Zhi Hunt really wants to be like before, turn his wrist to change his moves, "snap", Lao Ma's wooden sword broke by itself, Lao Ma held a small half of the sword body, and pierced it straight through, stabbed Zhi Hunt Zhen in the chest, and knocked him far away.

"Bang!" Zhi Hunt really hit a thick tree trunk, his back was painful, he held up his sword, and there was a piercing pain in his chest, and under the agitation of qi and blood, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Come, go on!" Lao Ma pounced like a goshawk, and the broken sword rolled up a whistling wave of qi, stabbing Zhi Zhen's lower abdomen.

Zhi Hunt Zhen half-squatted on the ground, the wooden sword was raised, pointing at the left rib of the old ma, and the sword chief wanted to force him back. Lao Ma didn't care about it, swung his sword and rushed up, "Bang!" The tip of the wooden sword took the lead in hitting Lao Ma's left ribs, stabbing out a bloody hole, Lao Ma's body was slightly sideways, and the momentum did not change, allowing the wooden sword to tear open the left rib and tear open a large piece of bloody flesh.

In an instant, he deceived Zhi Hunt Zhen, the broken sword swept, Zhi Hunt Zhen couldn't return the sword in time, and was pumped out, and blood beads flew all the way. Without waiting for Zhi Hunt to really relax, Lao Ma approached closely, a small truncated sword like a dagger frantically stabbed, fast and ruthless, there was no trick at all, it was like a street ruffian fighting. Zhi Hunt Zhen was hit more than a dozen times in an instant, and blood splattered from his ribs, lower abdomen, and arms.

"Learn, don't you want to learn?" Lao Ma attacked fiercely, without any intention of stopping. Zhi Hunt really endured the pain and swung his sword, and the wooden sword slashed through the arc, sealing the opponent's rainstorm-like attack.

"Still won't?" Lao Ma raised his arm, received a hard blow to his elbow, and grabbed the wooden sword stiffly, and the broken sword stabbed out of the gap, and inserted it into the shoulder.

Blood splattered, Zhi Hunt really snorted in pain, and the wooden sword hung down involuntarily. Lao Ma immediately turned around and leaned into Zhi Hunt Zhen's arms, and the wooden sword in the elbow clamp was also twisted, the hilt of the sword was reversed, and the "poof" was inserted into Zhi Hunt Zhen's ribs, straight into half an inch.

"Won't you yet?" Lao Ma snorted, "What is a sword?

Zhi Hunt was really shocked, as if he had an understanding.

Lao Ma firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and his face was expressionless: "Even in the Yu Clan, I have never seen such a swordsmanship talent as yours, and your sword even has Dao meaning, which is more intelligent than me." Is it useful? Is your kendo practice as easy as eating, drinking, and breathing? When tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of people rush towards you on the battlefield of your life and death, the half-hung kendo can only die faster!"

He turned around and faced Shin Shikari: "Facing an opponent who is weaker than you, relying on kendo, you can easily defeat it." But if you meet someone stronger than you, your swordsmanship has only one way to die, and you don't even have a chance to fight to the death!"

He shook his head in disappointment: "You are too desperate for your life. Is life really more important than a sword?"

Zhi Zhen looked at him blankly: "The sword is heavier than life?"

"Such a choice, only once. If you choose the wrong one, you will have to kneel forever. Lao Ma muttered, with a hint of pain on his face, "Only at the moment of life and death will you know whether you want to die or a sword." ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen lowered his head, stared at the blood beads that continued to drip from the sword body, and suddenly gritted his teeth, and his body met it, and the wooden sword "poofed" deep, penetrated his back, and came out.

The two of them faced each other with the tip of their noses in an instant, and with a twist of Zhi Huntzhen's left hand, the tip of the sword that emerged broke in response, held it in his hand, and pierced it into the old hemp vest.

The corners of Lao Ma's eyes twitched, and he asked in an astringent voice, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"The sword technique of fighting for the dead. Shin Chikari gasped, let go of his hand, and slowly sat down on the ground.

Lao Ma stood quietly, his eyes shining brightly in the night. After a long time, he tore off the hem of his clothes, tied up his wounds, and walked into the distance step by step.

Holding on to the trunk of the tree, he struggled to get up, holding his sword and bowing.

In the night, the figures of the two people were getting farther and farther apart.

"I have nothing more to teach you. ”

"Teacher, the killing technique is also kendo. ”

In the dark and empty garden, the sound floated far away, and drifted far away, like two faint fireflies, flickering lonely and silent.